The TARDIS landed and The Doctor rushed out leaving Sherlock thoroughly confused. He wondered if that was how people felt after dealing with him. That thought quickly passed.

They were in a yard now. Big home, empty most of the time. The yard had children's toys in it. A swing set and a club house. They looked as though they hadn't been touched in year. The child had grown up. He heard a strange noise coming from the direction of the house. There were reminisces of an older version of the aforementioned clubhouse. Wood shards left in the grass, it had been destroyed and then rebuilt. He ran after The Doctor into the house.

"AMELIA! AMELIA!" The Doctor was shouting as he ran through the halls. "I worked out what it was! I know what I was missing! We need to get you out of here!" He darted up the stairs. Sherlock stayed in the front hall and looked around. There seemed to be only one person who regularly stayed here. What did one person need with all this space? He wondered. A woman. Looking at the decor. No man would let those flowery curtains stay. He heard a loud noise, the same as outside but closer now. Not so easy to explain but it hurt his ears. What the bloody hell was that?

"Amelia are you alright?! Are you here?! Prisoner Zero is here! PRISONER ZERO IS HERE!"

"Prisoner Zero?" Sherlock whispered to himself with a frown on his face.

"Prisoner Zero is h-" There was a loud bashing noise and the sound of a body collapsing. Holmes rushed upstairs to find a woman standing over The Doctor handcuffing him to the radiator at the end of the hall. He looked her over. She seemed to recognize The Doctor, but there was betrayal in her eyes. She was about 19 years of age, flaming red hair shoved up into a hat, dressed as a police officer but clearly not on the force. Cops didn't have THAT short of skirts. His eyes drifted down her legs that seemed to go on forever.

"White male, mid-twenties, breaking and entering. Send me some backup. I've got him restrained." she spoke into her fake walkie talkie.

A floorboard creaked as Sherlock tried stepping forward.

"Oi! Who are you?" and she swiftly turned and lifted the cricket bat she had hit The Doctor with. He put his hand out to calm her.

"It's okay. My name is Sherlock Holmes. I was brought here by The Doctor." he nodded towards the man starting to regain consciousness. She frowned looking hurt.

"You sit still." She turned back towards The Doctor.

"Cricket bat. Cricket. Bat."

"You were breaking and entering." Amelia said matter-of-factly.

The Doctor just stared at her curiously. Then suddenly he tried to stand up., pulled immediately back down to the floor with a thump. He examined the hand cuffs.

"Hang on, you're a policewoman."

"No she's not." Sherlock cut in, seemingly bored. She looked at him, shocked.

"I am too. Don't you see the uniform?"

"First off the walkie talkie. Fake." He grabbed it from her and slammed it to the ground. "Just plastic. Not even a kid's toy." She looked angry.

"Next. A police officer wouldn't just assault someone. They would warn them first, try to make them stand down. I work with enough cops to know that as much as they want to it's against protocol to assault a civilian without being assaulted first themselves." The red head rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. The Doctor just sat there and smiled.

"The uniform. Definitely not the kind of wear a policewoman would want. Short skirt would attract a lot of unwanted attention. Not a stripper, too much clothes for that. no.." he laughed, "She's a kiss-o-gram Doctor."

"Also she knows you. And you done rightly pissed her off, my dear Doctor. It's not the breaking and entering either. There's something else. You said you were doing a 5 minute jump to stabilize your engines, correct?. You were supposed to be going back to that girl. Amelia. Doctor. You seemed to have missed your mark. Again."

Realization flickered across The Doctor's face. "You're a kiss-o-gram? Little Amelia Pond? No. You were 7!" He looked a bit disappointed in her.

"It's Amy now and you're late."

"But I promised 5 minutes!"

"Yeah, well, it's been 12 years Doctor." He sat back stunned. How had he missed his mark by that much..

"I am so sorry." Amy frowned at him with contempt

"Wait. How many doors do you see here."

"What?" Amy looked rightly confused.

"How many doors? Just count for me."

"Five. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5." She pointed at each of the doors without turning to look at them.

"Six." The Doctor said as he shook his head at her.

"What, no five. I've lived here long enough. I think I know how many rooms there are."

"Obviously not Ms. Amy Pond. He is correct there are six rooms around us."

"How did you..." The Doctor stared at him with disbelief. "There's a perception filter surrounding that door, how did you notice it?"

"I am known for my keen observational skills Doctor. Obviously you know that since you recognized me immediately. You must read John's ridiculous blog."

A smile spread across The Doctor's face. "Brilliant you are!"